I don't own Bleach or its characters. Here's the fourth installment! I really enjoyed writing this chapter. I don't know if it makes me a bit of a sadist, but I am ok with it if it does, lol. Do enjoy!

Chapter 4

I once thought that the only real talents I had were beating the fuck out of people and stealing. After the war, I learned how to rebuild machines just for something to do. I didn't know that the obsession to have my hands and mind busy would lead me to discover a hidden talent I couldn't even fathom I had.

Now, I didn't even start high school and to say my eighth-grade education was quality, when I even bothered to show up, is downright laughable. But I learned to read and write decently in the time I did spend in school. Unfortunately, those skills didn't seem to me to have any use in me surviving on the streets. So, I didn't use them nearly as much as I did my fists.

With the help of Kisuke and the rebuilt laptop, we came to discover I was truly a diamond in the rough. The need to flush out all the noise and demons in my head drove me into slamming out over the course of three insomnia driven weeks what Kisuke raved would be the next national best seller. I thought it was all bullshit, and I told him so quite colorfully as only I can do; the thing about Kisuke is he can be a persistent little fucker when he wants to be. If he gets the slightest whiff of the scent of a business scheme, he's like a rabid rat in a maze, trying to get to the cheese.

He insisted on sending what he was now calling my "manuscript" to an editor and publisher duo that he knew in Seireitei. I rolled my eyes and stuffed it into manila envelopes and sent the bouncy little fan waver on his way. That was that for me; I literally forgot as the weeks went by that I sent some of the most personal shit I ever put in writing off to be read by some strangers in Seireitei.

War did nothing to dull my reflexes; in fact, I'd wager my left nut that it enhanced them even beyond what they were when I was Espada. That's why when Kisuke suddenly appeared behind me in ramshackle shed behind his shop where I was fixing an old chest freezer and grabbed my shoulder, I spun around and punched him in the face automatically without realizing what I was doing.

When I finally realized what I had done seconds later, over the sound of my rapidly pounding heart I could hear Kisuke, who was on the ground with blood spewing from his now broken nose, say that he was fine and it was his fault for sneaking up on me. There were two ladies crouched over him, which knowing the pervert that Kisuke could be was not a problem for him. I'd wager my right nut he was lying in the grass milking his injury for all it was worth.

The shorter of the two wore a black dress with a yellow belt. Her shining black hair was short and from what I could tell of her face, reserved and almost blank, she didn't look like she felt all that sorry for Kisuke. In a curt voice, she gave Kisuke crisp instructions on how they were going to treat his bleeding nose and helped him get up. He hobbled off with the woman but before they got too far out of sight, he turned and winked at me.

The other woman snorted in disgust, meaning she saw the wink too, the rude noise drawing my attention to her. When she straightened up to her full height I saw she was slightly taller than the other woman but I still towered above her by more than a foot. Her golden eyes regarded me coolly and she crossed her arms over her chest, which looked like it was going to burst out of her orange suit vest.

"I want to publish your book, Jaegerjaquez."

To say I was dumbfounded was an understatement. Blindsided was more like it. It was almost like the time when were kids and playing football in this patch of land behind an abandoned apartment complex that was filled now with homeless people and drug addicts who had no place to live. The place was such a shit hole even the grass wouldn't grow, but it was a perfect place for a game because the hard ground was level.

I hadn't expected in all my twelve years of life that this little runt fucker Cifer could ever take me down. I was hauling ass down the field, purposefully being extra rough when I encountered someone not on my team, blasting them down by dropping my shoulder and knocking into them like a freight train. I leapt to catch the ball; I literally had it in the bag. It was some real NFL shit.

But this little bitch came out of nowhere, leaping right after me and wrapping his skinny, pale arms around my waist. He must have built up a shit ton of speed because when he collided with me, I let out an "OOF". My fingers missed the ball by inches and we went down, landing hard on the ground in a tangle of limbs.

That's exactly what I felt like in this moment, standing before this olive-skinned woman.

"Why would ya' wanna do that?" I asked her suspiciously.

She stared back incredulously.

"Are you kidding me? I'm telling you right now that this book is going to sell like air to dying astronauts in space. And I'm also telling you right now that the contract, which you are going to sign, also states that there will be at least a sequel. So, I hope you got in you to continue."

I'm not used to being bossed around, as you can probably guess, so this conversation wasn't sitting to well with me. I arched my eyebrow and glowered at this woman, squaring my chest in an unconscious way to intimidate her with my size.

"I ain't yer money makin' machine, lady. Ya know as well as I do that when the public finds out the ostracized Espada wrote it, they'll hold a book burnin' and the little bit of respect I been building around here is gonna disappear faster than a girl's virginity on prom night."

She wasn't fazed. She came with a plan.

"We are going to publish you under a pen name. If this is as popular as I believe it's going to be, we will hire someone to pose as you for book tours and signings."

She regarded me again, her eyes assessing mine in a way I didn't like and had to look away.

"And something tells me you wouldn't be interested in that stuff anyway. Crowds of people vying to ask you a million questions and wanting autographs and pictures with you. And some fans are just huggers, you know. Just want to hug you as they weep all over your clothes."

She had me, and she knew it, because I visibly cringed.

But I wasn't backing down. Somehow, in my mind, something was telling me it was only going to end badly for me.

Now it was my turn to cross my arms.

"What makes you think I'm going to sign yer contract, anyway?" I scoffed at her.

My reflexes are top notch these days, ask Kisuke. But nothing, not even a blood bath of a war, prepares you for a petite little lady to snatch you between your legs faster than the speed of sound. I honestly don't think I even saw her move, just felt her hand like a vice gripping my manhood. I followed her down to the ground as she yanked downward, finding myself on my knees in the grass, dick trapped in this woman's hands.

She squatted in front of me, her face a raging storm as she got mere inches from my own.

With a voice full of venom and promise she said, "You will sign the contract, unless you want to be pissing from the dildo they are going to have to attach here if your answer is no."

She punctuated her threat by squeezing until my eyes watered.

I was a lot of things in Espada. If it were still those days, this chic might have been dead already for thinking she could even speak to me the way she was. I could easily have headbutted her or choked her unconscious by now, and if I was anything like some of my fellow Espadas, raped every hole she had, before Kisuke and the other lady came back out. I preferred men, but I could make exceptions for beautiful ladies like this one.

But I was far from that person now. So, there I was, kneeling in the grass like a bitch with my naughty bits clenched in the hands of a lady who probably had one quarter of my physical strength. That's how Kisuke and the serious lady found us.

Kisuke was grinning like the fool he was when he approached. Under his eyes had started the purple coloration of bruising from the punch. His nose had been pushed back into place and was swollen, with what looked like tampons stuffed up each nostril. I would've laughed at him if I was in any position to do so.

"I sthee that you and Yoruichi hath got off to a grath starth," he slurred.

"She's a doll," I grunted.

"Smashing talk, Jaegerjaquez, so I'm taking it that this is a yes and you are ready to sign on the dotted line?" she asked sweetly, her hold on me not loosening one iota as she batted those honey gold orbs at me and flicked her pony tail off her shoulder.

"Yeah," I agreed with a wheeze, nodding to be extra sure she understood I didn't want my dick detached from my body on this day.

"Excellent!", she exclaimed, releasing me and standing up.

"Greath!" chimed in Kisuke, "Leths get drinks to celebrath!"

I swear I saw Ms. Serious smirk as she followed Kisuke back to shop, Yoruichi hanging back to wait for me as I tentatively stood, nervous I might hurt myself as my dick throbbed from the cruel treatment.

Yoruichi started following the other two and I made sure to stay a few paces behind her in case she got grabby again. When we were just about to the stairs she turned to me with a cat like grin, looking up at me from under her lashes.

"Before we get professional, I just wanted to let you know that you could consider me anytime you need to blow off some steam."

And she gave a pointed look at my crotch before whipping that pony tail back over her shoulder and sashaying up the steps.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't beat my meat a few times in the following weeks after our encounter thinking about that pretty mouth wrapped around my dick. Or my dick between her tits, or cramming it in her holes and making her scream. Those were welcome thoughts that took me away from the static in my brain for a while.

I never took her up on her offer, I might be perverted but I'm not Kisuke, who I'm fairly certain is fucking both those women on the DL (good for him). But since what she did for me brought me to the love of my life, I did promise myself to spend an immense amount of my newfound riches on a gift for her.

End chapter. My, my. Feisty, isn't she? Poor Grimm. Comments and reviews are always welcomed and appreciated! 3